And when I lose myself I'll think of you

Jag har saknat dig sjukt mycket, mer än jag trodde att jag skulle, och jag har aldrig varit gladare över att vara inneboende.

The weak ones
lose the fight



And frightened of every face




You make me smile
Even the times our future's looking gloomier
Come through the door and then the room looks roomier
And for a while
You, you, you, you make me smile
(Foto & text tillägnad: Patricia)

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